Hades sat in the foundry hall in silence, with his head lowered as if in deep thought. The machinery was roaring, but it was obvious that everyone in the foundry department had adapted to this atmosphere.
"What's wrong, Hades?"
Hades stood up, and Enrique walked out from beside some giant machine, his phone full of oil and his face full of vicissitudes. Galaspa's conscription once again posed a challenge to the foundry department. Although they had been prepared and anticipated, they were still extremely busy due to the large demand for armor and the construction of Galaspa.
Hades felt that this casting master looked like he had just come down from a maintenance site. His aura gave off the vibe of "keep away from strangers". He was almost smoking a cigarette.
"Aren't you busy lately? What are you doing here?"
Enrique stood there and waited for Hades' answer.
Hades forced a smile, and then he clearly felt that he was running out of energy.
"The next batch of Death Guard trainee technicians."
"Oh, that one."
"Alberto, bring him here!"
Enrique shouted towards the depths of the foundry hall, then turned his head calmly and spoke to Hades.
"Those company commanders managed to provide the Foundry Department with a list of names. We selected a total of 27 people for this batch. In the previous two wars, a total of two technical sergeants were killed in the Foundry Department, so the current gap is not very large."
"But I think the legion is going to expand again, so I urged those old hands and poached some more people from them."
Hades felt that Enrique, who was standing in front of him with a tired face and spots of oil on his armor, suddenly became great.
"Enrique you are a good man."
Hades pretended to wipe away his tears, but Enrique glared back at him.
"Don't try this on me. This trick of yours may work on the younger generation who have a crush on you."
Hades shook his head firmly.
"No, no, no, you are wrong. Enrique, Kiara and Blanca also buy into this."
Enrique was choked by Hades's self-righteousness. The casting master, who was not good at speaking, held it in for a long time, and finally said, "You administrative people are shameless."
"Watch your words, Enrique. I am in charge of the foundry department."
Enrique sighed.
"Okay, okay, Hades. Don't worry about the Foundry Department. I know you have a lot of things to do. Apart from the things you come up with on a whim, the Foundry Department can handle the daily operations of a legion on its own."
"We are not an administrative post here, so there are not so many real and fake things."
Even at the end, Enrique did not forget to scold the administrative staff.
"By the way, let me show you the most promising recruit I selected this time. That guy has great physique. I had to work hard to get him out from the company commander."
“It’s just that he looks a little dull.”
Enrique hesitated.
"That guy gave me the same feeling as you did back then. I mean when he was working. Normally, he doesn't say a word."
Stupid? Like him
Hades remained puzzled by this.
As he was speaking, someone arrived.
"Hello, Lord Hades, hello, Lord Enrique."
Alberto walked out, followed by a pale warrior. Hades recognized this person as... This was the second child who climbed up the cliff at that time!
Damn, Enrique chose the most powerful one at that time at first sight.
"Are you Pasteur?"
When Hades called his name, Pasteur was visibly startled, then nodded slightly.
And then nothing happened.
He is indeed not good at speaking. Enrique glanced at Hades, as if to say that this new recruit is like this.
Hades decided to ignore Alberto's look as he tried to get Pasteur to introduce himself, as he could already sense Alberto's silent cry of exhaustion.
"This batch of them can already be sent to Mars. The internship training within the Death Guard is almost complete."
Enrique watched Pasteur speak, then shifted his gaze back to Hades again.
Hades nodded, "I'll contact Mars right away."
Enrique was silent for a moment, "This time you can write the recommendation letter for this batch of Death Guards."
In fact, in the recommendation letter about Mars, there is a paragraph that allows the forge master to express freely. Although the Mechanicus does not read this part and the forge master will generally skip this part, Hades still wrote it very seriously.
Hades first spent a line praising the Jordanian sage who was in charge of the training of technical sergeants, then spent another line hoping that he would manage the new Death Guard recruits well, and praised this group of people as "promising", and finally spent another page proposing a draft on how to improve the Martian canteen.
Okay, I’m done.
Hades nodded with satisfaction, then turned and handed the letter to Pasteur, the leader of the team. These trainee technical sergeants stood in silence, but Hades could feel some of their nervousness.
Soon it was his turn to send the newcomer off, Hades said with emotion,
"Warriors, you will go to Mars to study next."
"You don't have to feel depressed about leaving the Corps for a short period of time. Your time on Mars will be one of the few times you can fully immerse yourself in learning."
"You can also communicate and learn from other legions. Mars will provide you with a good opportunity."
Hades paused.
"Except for the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons, you may communicate with other Legions as you wish."
Although Hades had a good relationship with the Wild Wolves in the past, this group of warriors should not contact the Wild Wolves. Hades smiled politely. As for the Thousand Sons, he did not meet them last time, but based on his personal judgment, this group of newcomers should not contact the Thousand Sons.
Although there are many knowledgeable people among Qianzi, it is still better not to contact them.
Hades taught them his experience earnestly.
"If you want to learn more about machinery, you can communicate more with the Iron Warriors, Iron Hands, and Imperial Fists. But remember not to try to communicate with both the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors at the same time, and avoid bringing up the topic of the Primarch in front of the Iron Warriors."
"Although our legion had some conflicts with the Iron Warriors before, you should not cause trouble out of prejudice."
"If you just want to chat, you can go find the Ultramarines and the Luna Wolves, but be careful to judge their attitude towards you. Although they may not be sincere, at least it is pleasant to communicate with them."
"Other legions also have their own characteristics, so you need to explore them on your own."
Hades lowered his head, thinking about what to say next, but the recruits opposite him were a little confused. They thought they would be told to "study hard, come back quickly and be loyal to the Death Guard", or something like how to study on Mars.
But Hades' instructions were obviously beyond their comprehension. Rather than studying, it seemed that Lord Hades wanted them to build good relations with other legions
"By the way, when you get here, remember to ask the Ultramarines or some honest warrior for a copy of the [Martian Technician Survival Guide]. That thing should have been passed down for a generation."
Hades gave a mysterious smile.
"I'm not bragging, it's a good thing. It can greatly improve learning efficiency."
The technical sergeants looked at each other, but Hades seemed to have remembered something funny, and after a loud laugh he passed over the topic.
So this group of trainee technical sergeants set off with Hades' advice to eat more.
After a while, Mars.
Pasteur sat quietly in the library, with a yellowed white book in front of him. After he, as a representative of the Death Guard, went to the Ultramarines to ask for the good things that Senior Hades had mentioned, the handsome Ultramarines smiled brilliantly.
"Ah, wait, you are the Fourteenth Legion. I will ask the Imperial Fists to give you the original copy."
"The person who came up with this is a genius, a genius!"
The Ultramarines kept praising the work beside Pasteur, talking about the spirit of helping others and sharing and supporting each other. Pasteur didn't quite understand what they were saying, but in the end the book was solemnly handed to Pasteur by the Imperial Fists warriors.
"Very good work. Please pay tribute to the predecessor of your regiment on my behalf. He is a great and noble man."
“I am grateful for his words and his soul which have helped me so much.”
"If I have the chance, I would like to meet such a technical predecessor of the Death Guard."
The Imperial Fists said with respect.
“A stunning masterpiece.”
The Ultramarines nodded and added, patting Pasteur, "Honestly, I'd be jealous of you guys for this senior being in the Death Guard."
Pasteur's mind was confused. He took the book stupidly. Even though he was slow-witted, he realized that this book was a "good thing". It seemed that because of this book, other legions seemed to treat the Death Guard with extra kindness.
Seeing Pasteur take the book, every technical sergeant, no matter which legion they were from, showed a gratified expression, and the warriors of the Space Wolves and World Eaters even applauded.
"Thank you, Senior H from the 14th Legion!"
"Lucky boys!"
"Remember to help us pay tribute to Senior H!"
Pasteur squeezed out of the crowd in a daze and fled. He didn't even know how he finally squeezed out of those smiling technical sergeants.
So what is recorded in this book? Pasteur took a deep breath and opened the first page of the book.
He opened his mouth, and the first page of the book was a picture—
A large, fluffy dog drawn with a few lines was half-sitting in the middle of the paper, wagging its tail, and a small Roman numeral fourteen was written on it.
The big dog laughed and talked,
[Hello, I am H from the 14th Legion. This is a book that needs to be completed together. If you add content to this book later, please leave your mark here. ]
Pasteur looked over and saw a sloppily drawn cat next to the big dog, with 13 written on it, followed by a finely drawn, lifelike bird, 9; a wolf with its head held high, 16; and a book, 17;
But the most common things in the picture are geometric shapes, a bunch of small cubes marked with 7, a bunch of small triangles marked with 4, and a bunch of rectangular blocks marked with 10.
Why didn't they draw animals, too? Pasteur felt that these geometric shapes, which were stacked higher and higher like a competition, were about to drown the big dog.
Who is H? Pasteur thought about it silently for a while, but to no avail. Lord Hades did not tell them any other information about the book, so he decided to call the dog H Senior.
He turned to the next page and saw Senior H trying to bite his own tail at the corner of the book. The big dog was spinning in circles.
Then comes the text.
[Mars Technical Sergeant's Guide]
[Hi! Hello! If you have read this far, it means you have already entered the door to becoming a technical sergeant. ]
You may feel a little uneasy.
[Because we have to admit that, except for special corps, the position of technical sergeants in the corps is a little awkward. This is related to our educational beliefs, but it still does not prevent us from exerting our own strength in the corps. Without the guarantee and support of technical sergeants, even the most excellent corps cannot exert their true strength; without the maintenance and storage of technical sergeants, the empire will return to the era of stick fighting. ]
[So we must be clear about our position. The technical sergeants are the main force to ensure the normal roar of the legion's machinery. Any knowledgeable person will realize the unique and important position of the technical sergeants. ]
[So don't hesitate! Head towards the long road of learning that can even choke a Space Marine to death! ]
[Here, I wish every technical soldier can harvest the wealth that truly belongs to him! ]
[In this book, you can see—]
[1.Who should I believe
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1. I am willing to believe in the Mechanicus doctrine: Mechanicus knowledge tree; God of All Machines, Om Messiah, and Emperor
2. I keep my own views on this: how to deal with the invitation to pray by the Jordanian sage, the summary of the teachings that the sage focused on reciting, and how to make myself look quite pious.
3. How to identify a religious oil man and a flexible oil man
2. Start the first lesson
1. You don’t need to specialize in everything and learn a sea of knowledge that kills you
2. Test your own interests and the needs of the legion to find the most suitable growth path for yourself and the legion
3. Summary of each learning path (recommended books, recommended internships, and reflections)
4. Make your own Seiko bag, servo skeleton
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3. Learning is endless
1. Summary of basic knowledge and problems
2. Summary of many instruments in the operation workshop
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4. Miscellaneous
1. When knowledge becomes power, how to use technology as a wrench to fight
2. How to impose reasonable sanctions on soldiers who look down on technical sergeants
3. Selling misery to the higher-ups, the foundry department needs more funding
4. On the improvement of the canteen
5. Gift Purchasing Guide for Returning Corps Members
6. It is not shameful to feel uncomfortable. Here are some tips on psychological adjustment and how to properly deal with psychological problems in a high-pressure environment.
5. Technical Sergeant Base Exploration Guide (with Map)
]
When Pasteur looked up again, it was already late at night.
The child of Barbaros received a certain spiritual shock and baptism.
A clear, definite path seemed to unfold before him, something he had never realized or thought about before.
It's not the serious feeling in the legion.
Shocked, this book shocked Pasteur. A feeling of freshness and striving to grow came from the pages.
Pasteur stared at the last page, and the big dog that was smiling and wagging its tail fell into a daze.
Is it true that Senior H is a member of his own legion
Such an outstanding and humorous person is actually a Death Guard? Pasteur remembered that most of the Death Guards he had met were silent and serious.
This must be a very remarkable adult. Pasteur swore that he must meet that adult, or at least say a few words to his idol.
Much later, after Pasteur's knowledge had reached a level that no one else could match, he further supplemented the book. Pasteur opened the first page of the book and wrote the number 14 on it.
Although he is not good at talking, he will try his best to get to know Senior H.
Senior Dog, please wait for him.
“A-choo!”
Who is talking about him? Hades wiped his nose silently and waved his hand to tell the sage not to worry. Do Space Marines sneeze
Hades is still unaware of the fact that he has maxed out his merit and reputation points on Mars.
Not today.
I wish you good luck in the college entrance examination.
How do you feel about the new cover? How does it compare to the original cover
(End of this chapter)